It was a strange sight to see in the middle of the street, so Janet couldn’t help but wonder about it. The prosthetic leg could be a sculptor; a creative reminder about disabled people. Some kind of statement. It was just an odd way to show it, but then what did Janet know about modern art these days?
Or, as Janet turned about at the approaching of a one legged man on crutches, someone might just have lost their leg…
I shuffled the tarot cards, they would reveal my future but I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. Taking the first ones, I made a cross shape then placed three on the right. I turned over all the cards and read what they meant. Seems the cards had read my mind; they told me nothing.
Everybody was flocking to the beach like they would die if they didn’t. I was a late sheep to the party, so I was stuck with changing tents blocking my view and constant loud noises. Grumpily, I told myself when I finally win the lottery, I’m buying my own private beach.
It had been a silly idea to come this way in the car. There wasn’t even a road! But dad had insisted he knew a short cut around the mountain. Rounding the bend though there was a small sign off to the side. There was a red circle with a line through it and underneath was a figure with a large black hand. It could only have meant stop. I tried to tell him this and so did mum, but he just carried on.
Hours later, we had to be rescued off the mountain top. Dad claimed it had been a successful adventure though!
There were a few ways you could tell the season was changing; warmer weather and green plant shoots, but for me I knew spring was here when the loud croaking and pop splashing of the frogs in my pond started waking me up each morning.